All the guys I (f)ucked - Andy, the baker (F19 - M 22) | 2016

INTRO: I'm Anna, I'm 31 now. I'm rather skinny and I just love sex. I made an account especially to tell you all my fucking stories. I'll start with the old ones ;) All my stories are true, feel free to ask away if you want to know more. -also: english is not my first language, please tell me if you find mistakes or uncommon grammar in my stories.-

for actual sex skip to "He moves closer"

I had just turned 19 and it was a very hot summer. Working as a waitress in a local pub was a great opportunity to meet guys and flirt like there's no tomorrow. I earned a lot of money, got quite drunk on free booze on a few occasions and collected phone numbers like they were Pokemon. Mostly I just ignored them, though.

One guy was persistent but very polite in his flirting. His name is Andy, he's almost 23, he's quite tall and lean, with short dark hair and blue eyes that sparkle with mischief. So I thought I'd give it a try and met up with Andy for a date. We went to a chinese restaurant and talked all evening. I liked him even more when he casually suggested going to an ice cream place near by - if I liked. As we walked away with our ice cream cones he suggested, just as casually, I might come home with him - if i liked. The casual way he mentioned it would have made it easy to say "not today". But I wanted to go home with him.

As we drove up to his place I was in for a surprise: he still lived with his parents and his two younger brothers. I hoped they wouldn't be at home but he told me we'd have to sneak in. Feeling like I'm 16 again, sneaking to his room. He's a baker but he lives at home to safe money because he wants to open his own business by 25, he tells me as we're standing in his room. I like that ambition, and I tell him.

He moves closer, looks into my eyes and tells me "you're pretty", followed by a gentle kiss. I like his style, I like his hands on my body, pulling me closer but never too much. He's always testing, giving me a very safe feeling. I'm wearing my high heels as we make out but he's still taller, so he's bending down to wrap his arms around me and let his hands wander over my ass. I feel a wave of lust sweeping over me, I want him. Badly. So when he suggests we could - maybe, if I like - move to the bed I'm obviously very easily convinced. At first we sit next to each other, kissing and letting our hands roam over and slightly under our clothes. As he gets bolder I can practically see his mind working "how far will she go? is this okay? hm how about this...?!" I don't want him to stop it, not now, not later. I want him to stop worrying and just go with it. So I tell him: "Will you stop when I say Stop?" and he says he will.

From that point on it is like it all fell off of him. We rip each others clothes off, he kisses me furiously and starts to explore my body and all my reactions. I want to reciprocate but he wont let me. By now I'm in my underwear - lacey white bra and panties - but he still has his jeans on. I'm in the middle of the bed, on my back and he makes his way up and down my body, kissing me everywhere and enjoying my giggles, gasps and little moans. He tells me "I could do this for hours!", to which I answer "but I wont let you!". I use his surprise to have a go at his jeans, opening the buttons and pulling a bit. No way I could do this against his resistance but he isn't stupid and helps me get the jeans off. "oh my" is my only comment on the quite remarkable bulge in his underwear. While I really wanted him before, I'm now even more turned on. As I playfully slide my fingertips inside the seams of his boxers and start pulling a bit it gets obvious he wants to keep playing with me.

My "taking the lead" is over, he starts kissing me and soon has me on my back, again. This time my underwear comes off. I'm naked, dripping wet and damn horny. We don't speak anymore. Now I don't have to fight him to get his boxers off. I part my legs and he kneels down in between them. Very gently he starts touching the insides of my thighs, moving upwards and closer. Closer to where I want him. As he finally parts my lips I moan. His answer is a gentle "shhh" and I remember we are not alone in the house. For some weird reason this turns me on even more. I want him, right now. So I part my legs a bit more and lift my hips. With a smile he moves closer, his hard dick looks perfect in his hand. I gasp as he enters, it feels perfect, too. We don't take long to find a perfect rhythm. Our height difference isn't a problem now that we're laying down. I push myself against him as he goes a bit deeper with every thrust. Balls deep, his eyes widen. He realized he doesn't hurt me. "yes please", I whisper. "fuck me, please", I try to be very quiet but I can't. He thrusts harder now, not holding back anymore. It feels so good, I can feel myself get closer and suddenly I realize he's close, too. Now I want him to cum with me. Running my hands down his back, feeling his muscles and pulling him closer to me, so I can feel his weight on me. I feel my orgasm and start moaning, I can't be quiet now. My moans make him cum too, it is just too much.

All of this didn't take very long, maybe a few minutes. But I didn't mind at all. It was a good start. With him still on top of me, smiling with that freshly-fucked expression, I remember something. I look in his beautiful blue eyes and say "Stop."